Chase stepped off the plane and sighed with relief. He didn't care about the jet-lag, he was home! Everything seemed so happy and peaceful; it was a sigh of relief. He quickly remembered his reason for being here and the sudden urge to puke was present. Coincidentally, the wind picked up and it became questionably chilly. How he had wished he forgot that address and wished they moved without telling Chase. He knocked, his arm feeling heavier than normal. The door opened, and a average sized, middle aged woman with dusty colored hair and eyes dark blue appeared. She hasn't changed, Chase thought.
"Robert?" A smile blinked on and off her face.
"Anna." He smiled back and hugged her. Even after the death of his dad, his stepmother still lived in the same house and seemed just fine.
"How are you? Oh, please do come in!" She grabbed Chase by the arm and brought him in.
"Would you like some tea?" she had the kettle in her hand, and Chase nodded. As she sat back down, she asked the question Chase did not want to hear- "So, what brings you back to Melbourne?"
"I needed...to get away." He swallowed hard and sighed. "See, I was in this relationship-"
"And she took all of your money and left?" Anna finished, figuring that's how life went.
"No. It was a he, and I love him very much but, I don't know. I didn't even want to face him." Anna cocked her head and had a look of confusion, but soon smiled.
"Love is love." She shrugged. "You love him, but you also left him." Chase rested his head in his hands and breathed deeply.
"Anna, what do I do?"
"I don't know, love." she rested a hand on his shoulder. "Have you tried talking to him?"
"Oh, please." Chase let out a sarcastic laugh. "Talking to House is like-"
"Wait, House? Like, Gregory House? That doctor?" Anna raised her eyebrows. "I never thought-"
"Not the point." Chase snapped. He stood up, storming to the living room. Why do I try? he thought. He stopped when he saw some pictures on the mantle. Pictures of...him. Ones of him as an infant, a young boy, random school years, graduating high school and graduating med school. He picked one up to take a closer look, and something fell out from beneath. It was a small Polaroid of a young Chase in the arms of his dad. The sides were curling up and the color was fading.
"Robert." Anna's voice came as a whisper from the back. "You are more like him than you think."
"No I'm not." he mumbled, keeping his back towards her.
"Robert Rowan Chase." Hearing the full name made him curious and he turned around. Anna had her arms crossed and she was smirking.
"You left your boyfriend and you wanted to sneak away. If that isn't the spitting image of Rowan than I don't know." He tried to fight it, he really did, but she was right. Anna was always right.
"Robert. Go home. To House." he nodded weakly and hugged her. She whispered "good luck." and watched him walk out. Well, Chase was home, so he wanted to take in the scenery one more time. He went into his favorite book store as a teenager and admired all the new books.
"Oi, mate! If it isn't Robert Chase!" He turned around and suddenly wished he was dead.
